The Distant Cartograph
Act I I remember the weight of the paper before I remember the cold, though the light of that short winter day had already begun to fail, turning the canal water into a strip of hammered tin that reflected nothing but the grey sky. I was thirty-two then, Froukje van Leeuwen, a cartographer by trade but a pawnshop window-dresser by necessity, keeping my head down in a town that was slowly being...
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